you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Tartan," Danta drawls, his smile forming around the word. "Tartan it is," he confirms, as if Asta's mild disgust of it is precisely what has made it so perfect for their uses. "It can hardly be something you might use in normal conversation, can it?" He shrugs - gently, and with his good arm, before his eyes slip shut and he relaxes into the bed, already leeching all the heat he can.
"Mm, I think so," he decides, of being done, and the fact that he doesn't flinch at the other man's touch should say everything as to whether the chosen arm is injured or not. "You forgot to blow out the candles, though." It's no matter, he supposes; reaching out with his magic, Danta manipulates the flames down low and slow, before extinguishing them entirely and leaving only the fireplace burning.
"Mm, I think so," he decides, of being done, and the fact that he doesn't flinch at the other man's touch should say everything as to whether the chosen arm is injured or not. "You forgot to blow out the candles, though." It's no matter, he supposes; reaching out with his magic, Danta manipulates the flames down low and slow, before extinguishing them entirely and leaving only the fireplace burning.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
